Smiling grimly as the dark elf falls to his arrow, the plainsman quickly fits another arrow to his string and moves about the room in search of the last two foes.

The barbarian steadfastly refuses to enter the magical area of darkness though, a strong sense of wary foreboding preventing him from even trying to make himself enter the sphere.

Once he is convinced that there no enemies remaining (either after the darkness dissipates or talking with Nydilind about their fate), he goes to check on Elescene to help bind her wounds if necessary. When this is finished, he nods and moves toward the chest, books and papers.

Glancing up to his allies he offers his advice. "Nydilind, you are good at looking for traps so maybe you could see if this chest contains anything of the sort." Turning to the distracted wizard, he offers her a task to keep her mind focused. "Kerry, maybe this book and these letters will help us in our search. I can read, but not very well. Maybe you could look through them? Acea and I will search the bodies of our enemies and see if they carry anything useful."

So saying, Horek loots the bodies of the dead, with Acea's help, and piles their gear into organized stacks.
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Horek Varshot
Deep bronze skin and the red body paint that decorates the face of this large man combine to mark him as one of true Flannish origin. The plainsman carries a sturdy longbow and a huge sword is strapped tightly to his back. Studded leather armor peeks out from beneath a cloak made from the hide of a large black bear and a necklace decorated with huge claws completes the picture of this fearsome barbarian. The scowl upon his face along with hard, piercing eyes warn you that disturbing this quiet man might be considered foolhardy unless there is good reason.